Wisteria

Nels Andrews

Story

Goodbye New Amsterdam

Lyrics

i will be brownstoneyou be wisteria,you’ll make me rush in the spring timeclose as you’ve grown to meyou’ll stay mysteriousthe butterfly lash of a new vinethere in the morning sun,up where the blossoms wereyou’d cling to me , shuttle woven and gossamer

you could make a pigeon coo a meadowlark’s song

when i was the creekbedand you were still wildernesscaught in the cuff of a morning coatthen sprung from the cobblestoneuntil couples in evening dressswooned oakmoss and amberaround your throatstreets of a certain agegrow thin from the tireless feetwhat do they want? ,im only east 7th street

then you’ll be the the brown stoneand ill be wisteriayou’ll pick me up when our autumn fallssoftened by chandelierand ever etherealmemories in oils on our wallsgoodbye new amsterdamthere where our memories hungfor we may be old, but the night and the world are young